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This reprint of Gewge a Green has been prepared by 
V. W. Clarke with the assistance of the General Editor. 

Oa. ipii. 

W. W. Greg. 

In the Stationers’ Register appears the following entry : 

primo die Aprilis [lypj] 

Entred for his copie under the wardens handes an Enteilude called the CutJ 

Pynder of Wakefeilde yf Burl 

[Arbor’s Transcnpt^ IT. 

Whether Burby delayed acting upon tins entry, or whether 
the original edition has perished, there is no means of telling, 
blit fio edition bearing an earlier date than 1799 is at 
present known. Of the edition of various copies are 
recorded. In the preparation of the present reprint those 
in the Bodleian and British Museum have been collated 
throughout, while reference has also been had to others in 
the possession of the Duke of Devonshire and Mr. T. J. 
Wise. No differences have been observed. The play is 
in quarto and is printed in an ordinary roman fount of 
which 20 hnes measure 112 mm. This size is intermediate 
between modern English and Great Prmier, and in the 
reprint it has consequently been necessary to replace it by 
English thin leaded. 

The piece is known to have been performed, apparently 
as an old play, by the Earl of Sussex’ men at the Rose 
playhouse in the winter of i5'93-4, the following entries 

regarding it appearmg in the Diary of Philip Henslowe 
(foL 8") ; 

9^ at gorge a gren the [^^8] of desembj iij^ x" 

at gorge a grene the ^ of lenewarye 1^53 x^uj® 

^ at Qie piner of wuckefelld the 8 of lenewary xxiif 

9: at gorge a grene the ly of lenewarye lypg xx» 

at gorge a grene the ii ^3] of lenewarye xxv® 

The text as we have it has almost certainly been cut down 
for some reason or other, and contams various inconsistencies, 
though these do not necessarily imply composite authorship. 


On the question of authorship ’there is important but 
rather perplexing evidence. The copy of the play, namely, 
in the possession of the Duke of Devonshire has the 

fbllowmg notes on the title-page. ‘ Written by a 

minister, who ac[ted] the pihers pt in it himself. Teste 
W Shakespea[re.]’ ‘Ed luby saith that the play vas made 
by Ro. Gree[ne.] ’ The ends of the lines have been cropped ' 
in binding and the ‘r’ in the last word has apparently been 
altered, possibly from ‘n’. There is no doubt thatf these 
two notes are m two different hands of the early seventeenth 
century, but their bearing is less clear. The writer of the 
first evidently did not know the name of the author but 
put a Ime of dots m its place. The second writer (who may 
also have inserted some smaller dots) has left it doubtful 
whether his note is intended as a confirmation or a correction. 
There is no evidence that Robert Green the author was 
ever in orders. Edward Juby was a well-known actor of the 
Lord Admiral’s (subsequently Prince Henry’s) company, but 
his history previous to lypj is not known. It remains 
doubtful, however, how much importance should be attached 
to such anonymous memoranda as these in the absaice of 
greater internal support for the attribution than can be 
claimed in the present case. The provenance of the inscribed 
copy seems rather doubtful: it apparently did not form 
part of the Kemble colleaion. 

It has been suggested that both the *Iohn Taylour’ of 
1 . i8 and the ‘Will Perkins ’ of 1 . 1178 are names of actors 
which have accidentally crept into the text. This seems 
likely enough, but no record survives of either. 

The main story of the play is also found in a prose 


romance preserved in manuscript at Sion College. Whether 
an early prmted edition ever existed is not known. That 
the romance was the original of the play seems likely, though 
it is not certain whether or not the actual manuscript that 
has survived is earlier than the seventeenth century. A 
different, romance, which knows nothing of the chief events 
* Olathe play, was printed in I 3 2. To this was appended a 
ballad on the same subject of which a late broadside is also 

The thanks o*f the Society are due to His Grace the Duke 
of Devonshire for allowing the reproduction of the title- 
page to his copy of the play, to his librarian, Mr. J. P. 
Marne, for information as to readings, and to Mr. T. J. Wise 
for kmdly placing his copy at the disposal of the editor. 

List of Irregular and Doubtful Readings 

ao John (John,) 

21 lame 
8i fo euer 
10 y efteeeme 

125 c w. George (i 25 George ) 
lytf Right 

229 (belongs after 230) 

(belongs after 267) 

280 lame 

^66 Exeunt omnes, (^Exeunt below,) 
^i8 blew, (blew.) 

4.19 Who 

4.31 hoorfen 

474 * lacie (i.e. lenktn) 

549 yonr 

56^5 confidermg 

580 reafon (re^on,) 

587 them them 
59(J c w. Goe (597 Go) 

(j2o goes alone, {? gods a loue,) 

6%6 hard-by 

6'47 Extt, (Exit Wfly^ 

(S'99 perfeuerance 

(t,e, perceive ranee) 

7 J 7 But {t.e. But it) 

74^ wift, (^wiflit,) 

79^ ground go*a>ne) 

828 Gramercie, (? Gramercie) 

885) him (? them) 

893 their Q our) 

^06 Kend. 

5? 5^0 Wakefield, Bradford,) 

1043 {Mongs afier 1044) 

iia8 C.W, There- (iixp Therefore) 

iiftf ‘flirub 
11^3 me, In 
ii(?4 vpou 
1 1 81 feee 

1184 here : {colon doubtful) 
1213 merit 
1231 abodie 
1270 kneele (^^ftand) 

1283 The hold of both : 
1332 lamte. 

List of Characters 

in order of appearance 

Henry Moi^ford, Earl oR 

Lord Bonfield 1 -rebels. 

Sir Gilbert Armstrong 
Sir Nicholas Mannering 
John Taylor, a post. 

George a Greene. 

William Musgrove. 

Cuddy, his son. 


Bettris, his daughter. 

James, long of Scotland. 

Lord Humes. 

Ned, son of Jane a Barley. 

Jane a Barley. 
a Messenger. 

Jenkin, a clown, servant to George. 
Wily, boy to George. 

Edward, king o£ England. 

The Earl of Warwick. » 
Robin Hood. 

Maid Marian I 

Scarlet [ his fbllowcis. 

Much ) 

a Shoemaker of Bradford. 

Followers of Kendal, Scottish soldiers, English nobles, townsmen, shoe- 
makers, attendants. 




mcdicof George aGreene^ the Pinner 

, , ofy’l^akMd, £ . - , , 

^ «•*>«. ^ ^ mi-»t fNV' 


vA f If 'if as [undry times aSled By thejeruantsof the righ 
tionourablethe Uarkof Sujfcx^ 

%4,A /? 

Imprinted at London by Simon Stafford, 

for Cuthbert Burby : And arc to fcc fold r- his /hop 

ticctc the Ro^ all Exchange, 

A I RECTO (Devon.) 

. A pleafant conceyted Comedie of 

George a Greene^ the Piiincr of Wakefield. 

filter the Barit of KendallMth him the 
Lord Bonfild, Sir Gilbert ^rmejlrong, 
and John, 

Barit of KtiidalL 

Elcomc to Bradford, martial! gentlemen, 
L.Bonfild,^ fir Gilbert ^rmfronghoih. 
And ali my troups,cuC to my bafeft groomc. 
Courage and welcome, for the day is ours : 
Our caufe is good, it is for the lands auaylc; 
Then let vs fight, and dye for Englands good, 

Omiies. V/e will, my Lord. 

Kendall. As I am Jhlcnne Momford^ Kcndals Earle 
You honour me with this aflentofyouts. 


And here vpon my fword I make proteft, 


A 2 RECTO (BoDL.) 



mcdie o{ George a Greece, the Pinner 
of Wakefield, 

As it was f tndry times acted by the feruants of the right 
Honourable the Earle of Sujfex, 

Imprinted at Londonby Simon Stafford, 

forCuthbertBurby : Andare tobe foldat hisfliop 

neere the Roy all Exchange, iss>S> 

A pleafant coiiceyted Comedie of 

George 'a Greene^ the Pinner of Wakefield. 

Enter the Earle of Kendall^ with him the 
Lord Bonfild, Sir Gilbert Armefirong, 
and lohn. 

Earle of Kendall. 

^ lElcome to Bradford, martiall gentlemen, 

W L. Bonfild^ & fir Gilbert Armfirong both, 
And all my troups, eue to my bafeft groome, 
Courage and welcome ; for the day is ours : 

lOur caufe is good, it is for the lands auayle: 

Then let vs fight, and dye for Englands good. 

Omnes. We will, my Lord. 

Kendall. As I am Henrie Bdomford^ Kendals Earle, 

You honour me with this aflent of yours. 

And here vpon my fword I make protejfl:, 



The pleafant Comedie of 
For to relieue the poore, or dye my felfe : 

And know, my Lords, that lamesy the King of Scots, 
Warres hard vpon the borders of this land : 

Here is his Poft : fay, John Taylour, 

What newes with King lames ? 

10 lohn Warre, my Lord : tell, and good newes I troi^ : 
For king lame yowes to meete you the i6, of this month, 
God willing, marie doth he fir. 

Kendall. My friends, you fee what we haue to winne. 
Well, lohn, commend me to king lames. 

And tell him I will meete him the 26. of this month. 

And all the reft : and fo ferewell. Exii John. 

Bonfildy why ftandft thou as a man in dumps > 

Courage : for if I winne. He make thee Duke ; 

I Henry Momford will be Kmg my felfe, 

30 And I will make thee Duke of Lancafter, 

And Gilbert Armeftrong Lord of Doncafter. 

Bonfild. Nothing, my Lord, makes me amazde at all. 

But that our Ibuldiers findes our victuals fcant : 

We muft make hauocke of thofe countrey Swaynes : 

For fo will the reft tremble and be afraid. 

And humbly fend prouifion to your campe. 

Gilb. My Lord Bonfild giues good aduice. 

They make a fcorne and ftand vpon the King : 

So what is brought, is fent from them perforce j 
40 Aske Mannering elfe. 

Kend. What fayeft thou, Mannering > 

Man. When as I fliew’d your high commifsion. 


the Pinner of Wakefield. 

They made this anfwere, 

Onely to fend prouifion for your horfes. 

Kend. Well, hye thee to Wakefield, bid the Towne 
To fend me all prouifion that I want ; 

Leaft I, like martiall Tamberlaine, lay wafte 
Theif bordering Countries, 

And leaumg none aline that contradicts my Commifsion. Eet me alone, my Lord, lie make them yo 

Vayle their plumes : for whatfoere he be. 

The proudeft Knight, luftice, or other, that gaynfayeth 
Your word. He clap him faft, to make the reft to feare. 

Kend. Doe fo Nick : hye thee thither prefently, 

And let vs heare of thee againe to morrowe. 

Mm. Will you not remooue, my Lord ? 

Kend. No : I will lye at Bradford all this mght, 

And all the next : come, Bonfield, let vs goe. 

And liften out fome bonny lafles here. Exeunt omnes. 

Enter the It^ice^ a Tovpnefman.^ George a Greene.^ and St. » 
Str Nicholas Mannering tvith his Commifsion. 

lufiice. M. Mannering, ftand afide, whileft we conferre 6% 
What is beft to doe. 

Townefmen of Wakefield, the Earle of Kendall 
Here hath fent for victuals ; 

And in ayding him, we fliewe our felues 
No lelfe than traytours to the King : 

Therefore let me heare, Townefmen, 

What is your confents. 


T ovonef. 

The pleafant Comedie of 

70 Torvnef. Euen as you pleafe we are all content. 
li^ice. Then M. Manneruig we are refolu’d. 

Man. As howe ? 
lujiice. Marrie fir, thus. 

We will fend the Earle of Kendall no victuals, 

Becaufe he is a traytour to the King j 

And in ayding him we fliewe our felues no lefle. 

Man. Why, men of Wakefield, are you waxen madde ^ 
That prelent danger cannot whet your wits, 

Wifely to make prouifion of your felues ? 

8o The Earle is thirtie thoufand men ftrong in power. 

And what towne lb euer him refill, 

He layes it flat and leuell with the ground : 

Ye filly men, you leeke your owne decay : 

Therefore lend my Lord fuch prouifion as he wants. 

So he will Ipare your towne, and come no neerer 
Wakefield then he is. 

lujiice. Mailer Mannering, you haue your anfwere. 

You may be gone. , 

Man. Well, Woodrofie, for lb I gefle is thy name, 

90 lie make thee curfe thy ouerthwart deniall j 
And all that fit vpon the bench this day. 

Shall rue the houre they haue withftood my Lords 

lujiice. Doe thy worft, we feare thee not. 

Mm. See you thele leales > before you pafle the towne, 

I will haue all things my Lord doth want. 

In Ipite of you. 


the Pinner of Wakefield 

George a Greene. Proud dapper lacke, vayle bonnet to 
The bench, 

That reprefents the perfon of the King ; 

Or lirra, He lay thy head before thy feete. 

Man Why, who art thou? 

' OtorgS. .Why, I am George a Greene, 

True liegeman to my King, 

Who fcJbmes thg.t men of fuch efteeeme as thefe. 
Should brooke the braues of any trayterous fquire : 

You of the bench, and you my fellowe friends, 
Neighbours, we fubiects all vnto the King, 

We are Englifti borne, and therefore Edwards friends, 
Voude vnto him euen in our mothers wombe. 

Our mindes to God, our hearts vnto our King, 

Our wealth, our homage, and our carcafes. 

Be all King Edwards ; then lirra, we haue 
Nothing left for traytours, but our Iwordes, 

Whetted to bathe them in your bloods, 

And^dye againft you, before we lend you any victuals. 
luftice. Well Ipoken, George a Greene. 

Townef. Pray let George a Greene Ipeake for vs. 
George. Sirra you get no victuals here, 

Not if a hoofe of beefe would laue your Hues. 

JMan. Fellowe, I ftand amazde at thy prefumption : 
Why, what art thou that dareft gaynfay my Lord, 
Knowing his mighty puil&nce and his ftroke > 

Why, my friend, I come not barely of my felfe : 

For lee, I haue a large Commilsion. 





The pleafant Comedie of 
George. Let me fee it, lirra. 

Whofe leales be thefe > 

Man. This is the Earle of Kendals feale at armes, 

This Lord Charnel Bonfields, 

130 And this fir Gilbert Armeftrongs. 

George. I tell thee, firra, did good King Edwards fbijne 
Seale a commifsion againft the King his father. 

Thus would I teare it in defpite of him, , 

He teares the Commifsion. 

Being traytour to my Soueraigne. 

Man. What > haft thou tome my Lords Commifsion > 
Thou fhalt rue it, and fb fhall all Wakefield. 

George. What, are you m choler > I will giue you pilles 
To coole your ftomacke. 

140 Seeft thou thefe feales > 

Now by my fathers foule, which was a yeoman. 

When he was aliue, eate them. 

Or eate my da^ers poynt, proud fquire. 

Man. But thou doeft but ieft, I hope 

George, Sure that fhall you fee, before we two part. 

Man. Well, and there be no remedie, fo George, 

One is gone : I pray thee no more nowe. 

George. O fir, if one be good, the others cannot hurt. 
So fir, nowe you may goe tell the Earle of Kendall, 
xfo Although I haue rent his large Commifsion, 

Yet of curtefie I haue fent all his feales 
Backe againe by you. 

Man. Well, fir, I will doe your arrant. Exit. 


tlie Pinner of Wakefield. 

George. Nowe let him tell his Lord, that he hath 
Spoke with George a Greene, 

Right pinner of merrie Wakefield towne. 

That hath phificke for a foole, 

Pilles for a traytour that doeth wrong his Soueraigne. 

“ A#e yoij content with this that I haue done 
lufiice. I, content, George : i^o 

For highly haft thou honourd Wakefield towne. 

In cuttmg of proud Mannering fo Ihort. 

Come, thou flialt be my welcome gheft to day ; 

For well thou haft defer u’d reward and fauour. 

Exeunt omnes. 

Enter olde Mufgroue, and yong Cuddie his fonne. sc m 

Cuddie. Nowe gentle father lift vnto thy fonne. 

And for my mothers loue. 

That earft was blythe and bonny in thine eye, 

Graunt one petition that I fliall demaund. 170 

Olde Mufgroue. What is that, my Cuddie ? 

Cuddie. Father, you knowe the ancient enmitie of late, 
Betweene the Mulgroues and the wily Scottes, 

Whereof they haue othe, 

Not to leaue one aliue that llrides a launce. 

O Father, you are olde, and waymng age vnto the graue : 

Olde William Mulgroue, which whilome was thought. 

The braueft horfeman m all Weftmerland, 

Is weake, and forft to ftay his arme vpon a ftafie, 

That earft could wield a launcc : j3o 

B I Then, 

The pleafant Coinedie of 

Then, gentle Father, reflgne the hold to me ; 

Giue armes to youth, and honour tmto age. 

Muf. Auaunt, falfe hearted boy, my loynts doe quake, 
Euen with anguilh of thy verie words. 

Hath William Mulgroue leene an hundred yeres > 

Haue I bene feard and dreaded of the Scottes, 

That when they heard my name in any roade. 

They fled away, and polled thence amame > 

And fliall I dye with lhame nowe in mine age > 
ipo No, Cuddie, no, thus refolue I, 

Here haue I liu’d, and here will hlulgroue dye. 

Exeunt omnes. 

Sc. fv Enter Lord Bonfild^ Sir Gilbert Arm^rong.^ 

M. Griine.f and Bettris his daughter. 

Bon Now, gStle Grime, God a mercy for our good chere. 
Our fare was royall, and our welcome great j 
And fith lb kindly thou haft entertained vs. 

If we retume with happie victorie, 

We will deale as friendly with thee in recompence. 
too Grime. Your welcome was but dutie, gentle Lord: 

For wherefore haue we giueu vs our wealth. 

But to make our betters welcome when they come? 

O, this goes hard when tray tours muft be flattered: 

But life is fweete, and I cannot withftand it. 

God (I hope) will reuenge the quarrell of my King. 

Gilb. What laid you, Grime .? 

Grime. I fay, fir Gilbert, looking on my daughter, 

I curfe the honre that ere I got the girle: 


the Pinner of Wakefield. 

For fir, file may haue many wealthy futers. 

And yet ftie difdaines them all, to haue 
Poore George a Greene vnto her husband. 

Bonfild On that, good Grime, I am talking with thy 

"'iBut Ifie-in quirkes and quiddities of loue, 

Sets me to fchoole, flie is fo ouerwife. 

But, gentle girle^ if thou wilt forfake 

The pinner, and be my loue, I will aduaunce thee high: 

To dignifie thole haires of amber hiew. 

He grace them with a chaplet made of pearle. 

Set with choice rubies, fparkes, and diamonds, 

Planted vpon a veluet hood to hide that head. 

Wherein two faphires burne like Iparklmg fire : 

This will I doe, faire Bettris, and farre more. 

If thou wilt loue the Lord of Doncafter. 

Bettris. Heigh ho, my heart is in a higher place. 

Perhaps on the Earle, if that be he. 

See vdiere he comes, or angrie or in lone; 

For why, his colour looketh difcontent. 

Kendall. Come, Nick, fbllowe me. 

Enter the Earle of Kendall and Nicholas Mannering. 

Bonfild. Howe nowe, my Lord ? what newes.? 

Kendall. Such newes, Bonfild, as will make thee laugh. 
And fret thy fill, to heare how Nick was vfde : 

Why, the luftices ftand on their termes; 

Nick, as you knowe,is hawtie in his words; 

B. 2. 


The pleafaiit Comedie of 

He layd the lawe vuto the luftices, 

With threatning braues, that one lookt on another, 

Ready to ftoope : but that a churle came in, 

One George a Greene, the pinner of the towne. 

And with his dagger drawne layd hands on Nick,' 

And by no beggers fwore that we were traytours, - 
Rent onr Commifsion, and vpon a braue. 

Made Nick to eate the feales, or brooke the ftabbe: 

Poore Mannermg afraid, came pofting hither ftraight. 
Bettris. Oh lonely George, fortune be ftill thy friend, 
And as thy thoughts be high, fo be thy miude. 

In all accords, euen to thy hearts defire. 

BonfiLi What fayes fiiire Bettris? 

Grimes. My Lord, Ihe is praying for George a Greene: 
tyo He is the man, and flie will none but him. 

Bmfild. But him ? why, looke on me, my girle : 

Thou knoweft, that yefternight I courted thee. 

And fwore at my retume to wedde with thee : 

Then tell me, loue, fliall I haue all thy faire? 

Bettris. I care not for Earle, nor yet for Knight, 

Nor Baron that is fo bold : 

Por George a Greene the merrie pinner, 

He hath my heart in hold. 

Bmfild. Bootlefie, my Lord, are many vaine replies. 

^6o Let vs hye vs to Wakefield, and fend her the pinners head. 
Kend. It fliall be fo. Grime, gramercie. 

Shut vp thy daughter, bridle her affects. 

Let me not mifle her when I make returne : 


the Pinner of Wakefield. 

Therefore looke to her, as to thy life, good. Grime. 

Grime. I warrant you, my Lord. 

Ex. Grime & Bettris. 

Ken. And Bettris, leaue a bafe pinner, for to lone an Earle. 
Fame wbuld I fee this pinner George a Greene, 
be thus : 

Nick Mannering fliall leade on the battell, 170 

And we three i^ll goe to Wakefield in fome difguife; 

But howlbeuer, He haue his head today. Ex. omnes. 

Enter the King of ScotSy Lord Humesy Sc v 

with Jouldiers and lohnie. 

King. Why, lohnie: then the Earle of Kendall is blithe. 
And hath braue men that troupe along with him. 
lohnie. I mane, my liege, and hath good men 
That come along with him, 

And vowes to meete you at Scrasblefea, God willing. 

King. If good S. Andrewe lend King lame leaue, *80 

I wi^l be with him at the pointed day. 

But foft : whofe pretie boy art thou > 

Enter lane a Barleys Jonne. 

Ned. Sir, I am fonne vnto Sir lohn a Barley, 

Eldeft and all that ere my mother had, 

Edward my name. 

lame. And whither art thou going, pretie Ned.? 

Ned. To feeke fome birdes, and kill them, if I can : 

And now my fcholemafter is alfo gone : 

So haue I libertie to ply my bowe » 290 

B. 3. For 

The plealant Comedie of 

For when he comes, I ftirre not from my booke. 
lames. Lord Humes, but marke the vifage of this child j 
By him I gelle the beautie of his mother : 

None but Laeda could breede Helena. 

Tell me, Ned, who is within with thy mother. 
l!^ed. Not but her felfe and houlhold feruants, lir:- 
If you would Ipeake with her, knocke at this gate. 
lames. lohnie, knocke at that gate. 

Enter lane a Barley vpm the walles. 

^oolme. O, I am betraide ; what multitudes be thefe> 
James. Feare not, faire lane : for all thefe men are mme, 
And all thy friends, if thou be friend to me ; 

I am thy louer lames the King of Scottes, 

That oft haue fued and wooed with many letters. 

Painting my outward pafsions with my pen. 

When as my mward foule did bleede for woe : 

Little regard was giuen to my fute. 

But haply thy husbands prefence wrought it : 

Therefore, fweete lane, I fitted me to time j 
310 And hearmg that thy husband was from home. 

Am come to craue what long I haue deiirde. 

Ned. Nay, foft you, fir, you get no entrance here. 

That leeke to wrong fir John a Barley lb, 

And offer fiich dilhonour to my mother. 
lames. Why, what diiOionour, Ned ^ 

Ned. Though young, yet often haue I heard 
My father fay. 

No greater wrong than to be made cuckold. 


the Pinner of Wakefield. 

Were I of age, or were my bodie ftrong, 

Were he ten Kings, I would flioote him to the heart. 
That fhould attempt to giue fir lohn the home. 

Mother, let him not come in, 

I will goe lie at lockie Millers houfe. 

^tay him. 

I, well faid, Ned, thou haft giuen the King 
His anfWere : 

For were the ghoft of Cefar on the earth. 

Wrapped in the wonted glorie of his honour. 

He fliould not make me wrong my husband fo : 

But good King lames is pleafant, as I gefle, 

And meanes to trie what humour I am in j 

Fife would he neuer haue brought an hofte of men, 

To haue them witnes of his Scottifli lull. 
lames. lane, in faith, lane. 
lane. Neuer reply : for I proteft by the higheft 
Holy God, 

That doometh iuft reuenge for things amifle. 

King lames of all men Ihall not haue my loue. 

lames. Then lift to me, Saint Andrewe be my boote. 

But He rafe thy caftle to the verie ground, 

Vnlefle thou open the gate, and let me in. 
lane. I feare thee not, Kmg lamie, doe thy worft ; 

This caftle is too ftrong for thee to fcale : 

Befides, to morrowe will fir lohn come home. 
lames. Well, lane, fince thou difdainft Kmg lames loue, 
He drawe thee on with fliarpe and deepe extremes : 

B. 4- 


The pleafant Comedie of 

For by my fathers fbule, this brat of thine 
Shall perifli here before thine eyes, 

Vnleffe thou open the gate, and let me in. 
isolane. O deepe extremes; my heart begms to breake 
My little Ned lookes pale for feare. 

Cheare thee, my boy, I will doe much for thee. 

Ned. But not fb much, as to difhonour me. 
lane. And if thou dyeft, I cannot hue, fweete Ned. " 
Ned. Then dye with honour, mother, dying chafte. 
Jane. I am armed : 

My husbands lone, his honour, and his fame, 
loynes victorie by vertue. 

Nowe, King lames, if mothers teares cannot alay thine 
360 Then butcher him j for I will neuer yeeld- 
The fonne fliall dye, before I wrong the father. 

James. Why then he dyes. 

Allaram within • Enter a 'MeJJenger. 

Mejfenger. My Lord, Mufgroue is at hand. 

James. Who, Mufgroue > The deulll he is. Come, ^ 
My horfe. Exeunt omnes. 

Enter aide Mufgroue with King lames p-ijoner. 

— , MuJ. Nowe, King lames, thou art my prifbner. 
lames. Not thme, but fortunes prifoner. 

370 Enter Cuddie. 

Cuddie. Father, the field is ours : their colours we 
Haue feyzed: 

And Humes is flajme: I flewe him hand to hand. 

the Pinner of Wakefield. 

Muf. God and Saint George. 

Cuddie^ O fiither, I am fore athirft. 

lane. Come in, young Cuddie, come and drmke thy fill: 

Bring in King lame with you as a gheft: 

For all diis broile was caufe he could not enter. j78 

, Exeunt omnes. 

Enter George a Greene alone. & 

George. 'The fwQpte content of men that liue in loue, 
Breedes frettmg humours in a reftlefle mmde, 

And fanfie being checkt by fortunes Ipite, 

Growes too impatient in her fweete defires: 

Sweete to thofe men whome loue leades on to blifle, 

But fbwre to me, whole happe is ftill amilie. 

Enter the Clorvne. 
lenkin. Mane amen, fir. 

George. Sir, what doe you crye. Amen at > 

lenkin. Why, did not you talke of loue > j9o 

George. Howe doe you knowe that ? 

lenki^. Well, though I fay it that fliould not fay it. 

There are fewe fellowes in our parifii, 

So netled with loue, as I haue bene of late. 

Geor. Sirra, I thought no lefle, when the other morning. 
You role lb earely to goe to your wenches. 

Sir, I had thought you had gone about my honeft bufines. 
lenkin. Trow you haue hit it- for mafter, be it knowne 
To you. 

There is fome good will betwixt Madge the Soufewife, 400 

C. I. 


The pleafaiit Corned ie of 
Mane flie hath another loner. 

George. Canfb thou brooke any rmals m thy lone? 
len A rider ? no, he is a Ibw-gelder, and goes afoote 
But Madge pointed to meete me in your wheate dole. 
Geo7g. Well, did flie meete you there? 

Ie >2 Neuer make queftion of that: 

And firft I laluted her with a greene gowne, 

And after fell as hard a wooing, 

410 As if the Prieft had bin at our backs, to haue married vs. 
Georg What, did flie grant > 

len Did flie graunt> Neuer make queftion of that; 

And flie gaue me a ftiirt coler, 

Wrought ouer with no counterfet ftuffe. 

Georg. What, was it gold ? 
leti. Nay, twas better than gold. 

Georg What was it ^ 
len Right Couentrie blew. 

Who had no Iboner come there, but wot you who 
410 came by. 

Georg. No, who > 

len. Chm the fow-gelder. 

Georg. Came he by > 

len. He fpide Madge and I lit together. 

He leapt from his horfe, laid his hand on his dagger, and 
Began to fweare. 

Now I feeing he had a dagger. 

And I nothmg but this twig in my hand, 

I gaue him faire words and faid nothing. 


the Pinner of Wakefield. 

He comes to me and takes me by the bofbme, 4jo 

You hoorlen flaue, faid he, hold my horle. 

And looke he take no colde in his feete 
No mane lliall he fir, quoth I, 

He lay rfiy cloake vnderneath him : 

’^tookQ my cloake, fpread it all along, 

AncThis horfe on the niidft of it. 

Georg. Vhou clgwiie, didft thou fet his horfe vpoii 
Thy cloake ? 

len. I, but marke how I ferued him • 

Madge and he was no Iboner gone downe into the ditch, 44° 
But I plucked out my knife. 

Cut foure hoales in my cloake, and made his horfe Hand 
On the bare ground. 

Gear. Twas well done ; now fir, go and furuay my fields ; 

If you finde any cattell in the come, to pound with them. 
len. And if I finde any in the pound, 

I fliall turne them out. Exit lenkin. 

'Enter the Earle of Kendal.^ Lord Bonfield^ fir Gilbert.^ 
all dfguifedy with a traine of men. 

Kend. Now we haue put the horles in the come, 

Let vs Hand m Ibme corner for to heare. 

What brauing tearmes the pinner will breathe. 

When he Ipies our horfes in the come 

Enter lacke blowing of his home. 

Ten O matter where are you > we haue a pnfe 
Georg. A prile, what is it ^ 

C. 2. 

The pleafant Comedie of 

Ten kin. Three goodly horles in our wheate clofe. 

George. Three horles in our wheat dole whole be tliey > 
lenktn. Mane thats a riddle to me : but they are there . 

460 Veluet horles, and I neuer lawe liich horfes before. As my 
dutie was, I put off my cappe, and faid as followeth : 

My matters, what doe you make in our clofe > .■ ^ ^ 

One of them hearing me aske what he made there, held vp 
his head and neighed, and after his maner Laught as heartily 
as if a mare had bene tyed to his girdle. My matters, laid I, 
it is no laughing matter j for if my matter take you here, you 
goe, as round as a top, to the pound. Another vntoward 
lade hearing me threaten him to the poimd, and to tell you 
of them, catt vp both his heeles, and let fuch a monttrous 
470 great fart j that was as much as m his language to lay, A ftrt 
for the pound, and a fart for George a Greene. Nowe I 
hearing this, put on my cap, blewe my home, called them 
all iades, and came to tell you. 

George. Nowe lir, goe and driue me thofe three horfes 
To the pound. 

lenkin. Doe you heare? I were belt take a conttable 
With me. 

George. Why lb > 

Why, they being gentlemens horfes, may ttand on their 
480 Reputation, and will not obey me. 

George. Goe doe as I bid you, lir. 
lenkin. Well, I may goe. 

The Earle of Kendall.^ the Lord Bonfild.^ and 
Jir Gilbert Armefirong meete them. 


the Pinner of Wakefield. 

Kend. Whither away, fir > 

Jenkin. Whither away? I am going to put the horles 
In the pound. 

KcTid. Sirra, thofe three horfes belong to vs, and we put 
Them in, and they mult tarrie there, and eate their fill. 
*!S£ai^z«..Stay, I will goe tell my mailer. 

Hea*r^ou, mailer > we haue another prife; 

Thofe three hoi;fes be in your wheate clofe Hill, 

And here be three geldm^ more. 

George. What be thele ? 

lenkin. Thefe are the mailers of the horfes. 

George, Nowe, gentlemen, I knowe not your degrees. 
But more you cannot be, vnlelle you be Kings, 

Why wrong you vs of Wakefield with your horles > 

I am the pinner, and before you palle. 

You lhall make good the trelpalle they haue done. 

Kend. Peace, laucie mate, prate not to vs : 

I tell thee, pinner, we are gentlemen 
Georgy. Why fir, lb may I fir, although I giue no armes. 
Kend. Thou > howe art thou a gentleman > 
lenktn. And luch is my mafter, and he may giue as good 
Armes, as euer your great grandfather could giue. 

Kend Pray thee let me heare howe ^ 
lenkin. Marie my mailer may giue for his armes. 

The picture of Aprill in a greene ierkin. 

With a rooke on one fill, and an home on the other : 

But my mailer giues his armes the wrong way j 
For he giues the home on his fill : 

C. 3. 


The pleafant Comedie of 

And your grandfather, becanfe he would not lole his 

Weares the home on his owne head. 

Kend. Well pinner, lith our horfes be in, 

In Ipite of thee they now fhall feede their fill. 

And eate vntill our leafures lerue to goe. 

George. Now by my fathers Ibule, 
jxo Were good kmg Edwards horfes in the corne, 

They fhall amend the fcath or kille the pound. 

Much more yours fir, whatfbere you be. 

Kend. Why man, thou knoweft not vs. 

We do belong to Henry Momford Earle of Kendal, 

Men that before a month be full expirde. 

Will be kmg Edwards betters in the land. 

Georg. King Edwards better, rebell, thou heft. 

George firikes him. 

Bonfild. Vihaine, what haft thou done.? thou haft ftroke 
53® An Earle. 

Gear. Why what care I? A poore man that is ^true. 
Is better Aen an Earle, if he be falfe : 

Traitors reape no better fauours at my hands. 

Kend. I, lb me thinks, but thou llialt deare aby this blow. 
Now or neuer lay hold on the pinner. 

Enter all the ambush. 

Georg. Stay, my Lords, let vs parlie on thefe broiles : 
Not Hercules againft two, the prouerbe is. 

Nor I againft lb great a multitude. 
f 4 ® Had not your troupes come marchmg as they did, 

I would 

the Pinner of Wakefield. 

I would haue ftopt your paflage vnto London : 

But now He flie to fecret policie. 

Kend What doeft thou murmure, George > 

George. Marie this, my Lord, I mule. 

If thou'lie Henrie Momford Kendals Earle, 

'liat thou wilt doe poore G. a Greene this wrong, 

Euef>p match me with a troupe of men. 

Kend. t^hy doe^: thou ftrike me then > 

Gear. Why my Lord, meafure me but by yonr felfe : 

Had you a man had feru’d you long, yjo 

And heard your foe mifufe you behinde your backe, 

And would not draw his fword m your defence, 

You would caftiere him. 

Much more, king Edward is my king : 

And before He heare him lb wrong’d. 

He die withm this place, 

And maintaine good whatfoeuer I haue faid. 

And if I fpeake not reafon in this cafe, 

What I haue laid He maintame in this place. 

'Bon. A pardon my Lord for this pinner, 

For truft me he Ipeaketh like a man of worth. 

Kend. Well, George, wilt thou leaue Wakefielde and 
Wend with me, 

He freely put vp all and pardon thee. 

Georg. I my Lord, confidering me one thing. 

You will leaue thefe armes and follow your good king. 

Ken. Why George, I rife not againft king Edward, 

But for the poore that is oppreft by wrong, 

C. 4. 


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And if King Edward will redrefle the lame, 

570 1 will not offer him dilparagement. 

But otherwilej and lb let this fuffife : 

Thou hear’ft the reafon why I rife m armes. 

Nowe wilt thou leaue Wakefield, and wend with'” me, 

He make thee captame of a hardie band, 

And when I haue my will, dubbe thee a knight. 

George. Why, my Lord, haue you any hope to winner 
Kend. Why, there is a prophecie doeth lay, 

That King lames and I lhall meete at London, 

And make the King vaile bonnet to vs both. 
ySo Geo. If this were true, my Lord, this were a mighty reafon 
Ken. Why, it is a miraculous prophecie, and cannot faile. 
George. Well, my Lord, you haue almoft turned me. 
lenkm, come hither. 
lenkin. Sir. 

George. Goe your waies home, fir. 

And driue me thofe three horles home vnto my houfe, 

And powre them them downe a bufliell of good oa^ps. 
lenkin. Well, I will. Muff I giue thefe feuruie horles 
Oates > Exit lenkin. 

ypo Gear. Will it pleafe you to commaund your traine afide > 
Kend. Stand afide. Exit the trayne. 

George. Nowe lift to me : 

Here in a wood not farre from hence. 

There dwels an old man in a caue alone. 

That can foretell what fortunes fliall befall you, 

For he is greatly skilfull in magike arte : 


tlie Pinner of Wakefield. 

Go you three to him early in the morning, 

And queftion him if he fates good, 

Why then my Lord, I am the formoft man. 

We will march vp with your campe to London. 

Kend. George, thou honoureft me in this: 

JSut where lhall we finde him out 
Geor^x^ My man lhall conduct you to the place : 

But good my Lords tell me true what the wife man faith. 
Kmd. That will I, as I am Earle of Kendal. 

George. Why then, to honour G. a Greene the more, 
Vouchfafe apeece of beefe at my poore houfe, 

You lhall haue wafer cakes your fill, 

A peece of beefe hung vp fince Martilmas, 

If that like you not, take what you bring for me. 

Kend. Gramercies, George. Exeunt omnes. 

Enter George a Greenes boy VVily.^ dijguifed 
like a woman to M. Grimes. 

Wily. O what is loue > it is fome mightie power, 

Elfe j:ould it neuer conquer G. a Greene : 

Here dwels a churle that keepes away his loue, 

I know the worft and if I be elpied, 

Tis but a beatmg, and if I by this meanes 
Can get faire Bettris forth her fathers dore, 

It is mough, Venus for me, and all goes alone, 

Be aiding to my wily enterprife. 

He knocks at the doore. 

Enter Grime. 

Gri. How now, who knocks there > what would you haue > 

D. I. ' From 

The pleafant Comedie of 

From whence came you ? where doe you dwell > 

I am, forfooth, a femfters maide hard-by, 
That hath brought worke home to your daughter. 

Grime. Nay, are you not fome craftie queane, 

That comes from George a Greene, that rafcall, 

S30 With fome letters to my daughter > 

I will haue you fearcht. 

Wily. Alas, fir, it is Hebrue vnto me, 

To tell me of George a Greene, or any other : 

Search me good fir. 

And if you finde a letter about me. 

Let me haue the punifliment that is due. 

Grime. Why are you mufled> I like you the worfe 
For that. 

Wily. I am not, fir, afliam’d to fliew my face, 

640 Yet loth I am my cheekes fliould take the aire. 

Not that I am charie of my beauties hue. 

But that I am troubled with the tooth-ach lore. 

Grime. A pretie wench of finiling countenance, 

Olde men can like, although they cannot lone, 

I, and loue, though not lb briefe as yong men can. 

Well, goe in, my wench, and Ipeake with my daughter. 


I wonder much at the Earle of Kendall, 

Being a mightie man, as ftill he is, 
dfo Yet for to be a traitor to his king, 

Is more then God or man will well allow ; 

But what a foole am I to telke of him ? 


the Pinner of Wakefield 

My minde is more heere of the pretie lafle : 

Had flie brought fome fortie pounds to towne, 

I could be content to make her my wife : 

Yet I haue heard it m a prouerbe feid. 

He thal is olde, and marries with a lafle. 

Lies hut at home, and prooues himfelfe an afle. 

Enter Bettris in Wilies apparell to Grime. 

How how, my wench, how ift > whatnot a word > €6o 

Alas, poore foule, the tooth-ach plagues her fore. 

Well, my wench, here is an Angel for to buy thee pmnes. 

And I pray thee vfe mine houfe. 

The oftner the more welcome : farewell. Exit. 

Bettris. O blelled loue, and blefled fortune both. 

But Bettris, ftand not here to talke of loue. 

But hye thee ftraight vnto thy George a Greene : 

Neuer went Roe-bucke fwifter on the downes, 66S 

Then I will trip it till I fee my George. Exit. 

Enter the Earle of KBudally L. Bonfield^ fir Sc vu 

Gilbert., and lenkin the clorone. 

Kervi. Come away lenkin. 

len. Come, here is his houfe. Where be you, ho^ 

Georg. Who knocks there > 

Kend. Heere are two or three poore men, father, 

Would Ipeake with you. 

Georg. Pray giue your man leaue to leade me forth. 

Kend. Goe, lenkin, fetch him forth. 
len. Come, olde man. 

Enter George a Greene dtfguifed. oZo 

D. a. 


The pleafant Comedie of 

Kend. Father, heere is three poore men come to queftion 
Thee a word in fecrete that concernes their lines. 

George. Say on my Ibnnes. 

Kend. Father, I am fure you heare the newes. 

How that the Earle of Kendal wars againft the kin^ 

Now father we three are Gentlemen by birth. 

But yonger brethren that want reuenues. 

And for the hope we haue to be preferd, 

If that we knew that we lhall winne, 

590 We will march with him : 

If not, we will not march a foote to London more. 
Therefore good &ther, tell vs what lhall happen. 
Whether the King or the Earle of Kendal lhall win. 
George. The king, my Ibime. 

Ke^. Art thou fure of that > 

George. I, as fure as thou art Henry Momford, 

The one L. Bonfild, the other fir Gilbert. 

Kend. Why this is wondrous, being blinde of fight. 
His deepe perfeuerance Ihould be fuch to know vs. 

700 Glib. Ik^igike IS mightie, and foretelleth great matters: 
In deede Father, here is the Earle come to lee thee, 

And therefore good fether fable not with him. 

* ^George. Welcome is the Earle to my poore cell. 

And fo are you my Lords : but let me counleU you, 

To leaue thefe warres againft your king. 

And Hue in quiet. 

Kend. Father, we come not for aduice in warre, 

But to know whether we lhall win or leefe. 


the Pinner of Wakefield. 

Georg. Lofe gentle Lords, but not by good king Edward : 

A bafer man fliall giue you all the foile. 710 

Kend. I marie father, what man is that ? 

George. Poore George a Greene the pinner. 

Kend. ^hat fliall he } 

Georgy. Pull all your plumes, and fore diflionour you. 

Kend^ He, as how? 

George. Nay, the end tries all, but lb it will fall out. 

Kend. But fo it fliall not by my honor Chrift. 

He raile my campe, and fire Wakefield towne. 

And take that feruile pinner George a Greene, 

And butcher him before king Edwards face. 7^0 

George. Good my Lord be not offended, 

For I fpeake no more then arte reueales to me : 

And for greater proofe, 

Giue your man leaue to fetch me my ftaffe. 

Kend. lenkin, fetch him his walkmg ftaffe. 
len. Here is your walking ftaffe. 

George. lie prone it good vpon your carcafes : 

A wifer wifard neuer met you yet. 

Nor one that better could foredoome your fall : 

Now I haue fingled you here alone, 730 

I care not though you be three to one. 

Kend. Villaine, haft thou betraid vs ? 

Georg. Momfbrd, thou lieft, neuer was I traitor yetj 
Onely deuis’d this guile to draw you on, 

For to be combatants. 

Now cqnquere me, and then march on to London ; 

D. 3. 


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But fliall goe hard, but I will hold you taske. 

GUh. Come, my Lord, cheerely, He kill him hand to hand. 
Kend. A thoufand pound to him that ftnkes that ftroke. 
740 Georg. Then giue it me, for I will haue the firft. 

Here they George hils fir Gilbert.^ and 
takes the other two prlfoners. 

BonfiU. Stay, George, we doe appeale. 

George To whom. 

Bon. Why, to the king • 

For rather had we bide what he appoynts, 

Then here be murthered by a feruile groome. 

Kend. What wilt thou doe with vs ^ 

Georg. Euen as Lord Bonfild will, 

7fo You lhall vnto the kmg. 

And for that purpofe fee where the luftice is placed. 

Enter lufiice. 

lujl. Now, my Lord of Kendal, where be al your threats 
Euen as the caufe, fo is the combat fallen, 

Elfe one could neuer haue conquerd three. 

Kend. I pray thee, Woodroffe, doe not twit me : 

If I haue faulted, I mull make amends. 

Geor. Mailer Woodroffe, here is not a place for many 

760 1 befeech ye fir, difcharge all his fouldiers. 

That euery man may goe home vnto his owne houfe 
lufiice. It lhall bee fo, what wilt thou doe George 
. Geor, Matter Woodroffe, looke to your charge, 

Leaue me to my felfe. 

the Pinner of Wakefield. 

It^. Come, my Lords. Exit all but George. 

Gear. Here lit thou, George, wearing a willow wreath. 

As one defpairing of thy beautious loue : 

Fie George no more. 

Pine not away for that which cannot be : 

I cannot ioy in any earthly blille, 770 

So ICng as I doe want my Bettris. 

, Enter lenkvn. 

Ten. Who fee a mailer of mine > 

George. How now, lirrha, whither away > 

len. Whither away > why who doe you take me to bee > 

Georg. Why lenkin my man. 

len. I was fo once in deede, but now the cafe is altered, 

George. I pray thee, as how > 

len. Were not you a fortune teller to day > 

Georg. Well, what of that > 780 

len. So fure am I become a iugler. 

What will you fay if I iuggle your fweete heart ? 

Geoige. Peace, prating lofell, her lelous father 
Doth wait ouer her with fuch fufpitious eyes. 

That if a man but dally by her feete. 

He thinks it llraight, a witch to charme his daughter. 

Jen. Well, what will you giue me, if I bring her hither ^ 
George. A liite of greene, and twentie crownes befides. 

Jen. Well, by your leaue, giue me roome, 

You muft giue me Ibmething that you haue lately wome, 790 

George. Here is a gowne, will that ferue you > 

lenkin. I, this will ferue me : keepe out of my circle, 

D. 4. Leaft 

The pleafaat Comedie of 

Leaft you be tome m peeces with fliee deuils : 

Miftres Bettris, once, twice, thrice. 

He throToes the groimd in^ and she comes out. 

Oh is this no cunning f 

George. Is this my loue, or is it but her fliadow.? 
lenkm. I this is the fliadow, but heere is the fubftancc. 
George. Tell mee fweete loue, what good fortuiie 
Soo Brought thee hither : 

For one it was that fauoured George a Greene. 

Bettris. Both loue & fortune brought me to my Gleorge, 
In whole fweete fight is all my hearts content. 

Gear. Tell mee fweete loue, how camft thou from thy 
Fathers > 

Bettris. A willing minde hath many flips in loue : 

It was not I, but Wily thy fweete boy. 

Gear. And where is Wily now^* 

Bettris. In my apparell in my chamber ftill. 

8io Geor. Ten km, come hither : Goe to Bradford, 

And lillen out your fellow Wily. 

Come, Bettris, let vs in. 

And in my cottage we will fit and talke. 

Exeunt orrmes. 

Sc tx *' Enter King Edward.^ the king of Scots., Lord 

Wartoicke^ yong Cuddy ^ and their tratne. 

Edward. Brother of Scotland, I doe hold it hard, 

Seeing a league of truce was late confirmde 
Twixt you and me, without difpleafure offered, 

820 You ftiould make fuch inuafion in my land. 


the Pinner of Wakefield. 

The vowes of kings fhould be as oracles, 

Not blemiflit with the ftaine of any breach, 

Chiefly where fealtie and homage wiUeth it, 
lames. Brother of England, rub not the fore afrefli. 

My confcience grieues me for my deepe mifdeede, 

I haufrthe worft, of thirtie thousand men. 

There foapt not full fiue thoufand from the field. 

Edward Gramexcie, Mul^oue, elfe it had gone hard. 
Cuddie, He quite thee well ere we two part. 
lames. But had not his olde Father William Mul^ouess© 
Plaid twice the man, I had not now bene here, 

A ftronger man I feldome felt before. 

But one of more refolute valiance. 

Treads not 1 thinke vpon the Engbfh ground. 

Edward. I wot wel, Mufgroue lhall not lofe his hier. 

Cuddie. And it pleafo your grace, my father was 
Fiue fcore and three at Midfommer laft paft. 

Yet had king lamie bene as good as George a Greene, 

Yet ;pilly Mufgroue would haue fought with him. 

Edward. As George a Greene, I pray thee, Cuddie, 840 

Let me queftion thee. 

Much haue I heard lince I came to my crowne. 

Many in manner of a prouerbe fay. 

Were he as good as G. a Green, I would ftrike him liire : 

I pray thee tell me, Cuddie, canft thou informe me. 

What is that George a Greene. 

Cuddie. Know, my Lord, I neuer faw the man, 

But mickle talke is of him in the Country, 



The pleafant Comedie of 

They lay he is the Pmner of Wakefield towne, 

8jo But for his other qualities, I let alone. 

War. May it pleale your grace, I know the ma too wel. 
Edward. Too well, why fo, Warwicke > 

War. For once he Iwingde me, till my bones did ake. 
Edward. Why, dares he ftrike an Earle > 

Wane. An Earle my Lord, nay he wil ftrike a king. 
Be it not king Edward. 

For ftature he is framde. 

Like to the picture of ftoute Hercules, 

And for his carriage pafleth Robin Hood. 

S 6 o The boldeft Earle or Baron of your land, 

That offereth fcath vnto the towne of Wakefield, 

George will arreft his pledge vnto the pound. 

And who lb reiifteth beares away the blowes, 

For he himfelfe is good inough for three. 

Edward. Why this is wondrous, my L. of Warwicke, 
Sore do I long to lee this George a Greene. 

But leauing him, what fliall we do, my Lord, 

For to fubdue the rebels in the North > 

They are now marching vp to Doncafter. 

870 Enter one with the Earle of Kendal prijoner. 

- Soft, who haue we there .> 

Caddie. Here is a traitour, the Earle of Kendal. 

Edward. A:Q)iring traitour, how darft thou once 
Caft thine eyes vpon thy Soueraigne, 

That honour’d thee with kindenes and with fauour > 

But I will make thee buy this treafon deare. 


the Pinner of Wakefield 

Kend. Good my Lord. Edw. Reply not, traitour. 

Tell me, Cuddy, whole deede of honour 
Wonne the victorie againft this rebell. 

Cuddy. George a Greene the Pinner of Wakefield. 
Edward George a Greene, now lhall I heare newes 
Certakie what this Pinner is : 

Difcourfe it briefly. Cuddy, how it befell. 

Cud. Kendall and Bonfild, with fir Gilbert Armftrong, 
Came to Wakefield Towne dil^ifd. 

And there Ipoke ill of your grace. 

Which George but hearing, feld them at his feete. 

And had not relcue come into the place, 

George had flame him in his clofe of wheate. 

Edward. But Cuddy, canlb thou not tell 
Where I might giue and grant Ibme thing. 

That might pleafe, & highly gratifie the pinners thoughts > 
Cuddie. This at their parting George did fay to me, 

If the king vouchlafe of this my feruice, 

Then^gentle Cuddie kneele vpon thy knee. 

And humbly craue a boone of him for me. 

Edward Cuddie, what is it > 

Cuddie. It is his will your grace would pardon them. 
And let them hue alAough they haue ofended. 

Edward. I thinke the man ftriueth to be glorious. 
Well, George hath crau’d it, and it lhall be graunted, 
Which none but he in England fbould haue gotten. 
Liue Kendall, but as prilbner. 

So flialt thou end thy dayes within the tower. 

E 2. 


The pleafkit Comedie of 

Kend. Gracious is Edward to oflFending fubiects. 

lames. My Lord of Kend. you are welcome to the court. 

Edward. Nay, but ill come as it fals out now, 

I, ill come in deede, were it not for George a Greene, 

But gentle king, for fo you would auerre, 

910 And Edwards betters, I lalute you both, 

And here I vowe by good Saint George, 

You wil gaine but litle when your liimmes, are counted. 

I lore doe long to lee this George a Greene : 

And for became I neuer faw the North, 

I will forthwith goe fee it : 

And for that to none I will be knowen. 

We will difguile our felues and fteale downe fecretly. 

Thou and I king lames, Cuddie, and two or three. 

And make a merrie lourney for a moneth. » 

920 Away then, conduct him to the tower. 

Come on king lames, my heart mult needes be merrie. 

If fortune make Inch hauocke of our foes. Ex. omnes. 

Sc. X Enter Robin Hoody Idayd Mariaiiy Scarlety ^ 

and Much the Millers fonne. 

Robin. Why is not louely Marian blithe of cheere? 
What ayles my Lemman that Ihe gins to lowre > 

-Say good Marian why art thou lo fad. 

Manan. Nothing, my Robin, grieues me to the heart. 
But whenlbeuer I doe walke abroad, 

930 1 heare no fongs but all of George a Greene, 

Bettris his faire Lemman palleth me. 

And this my Robin gaules my very foule. 


the Pinner of Wakefield 

Robin, Content, what wreakes it vs though George a 
Greene be ftoute. 

So long as he doth proffer vs no fcath > 

Enuie doth feldome hurt but to it felfe, 

And therefore, Marian, fmile vpon thy Robin. 

Marim. Neuer will Marian fmile vpon her Robin, 
Nor lie with him vnder the green wood ftiade. 

Till that thou gQ to Wakefield on a greene, 

And beate the Pinner for the loue of me. 

Robin. Content thee, Marian, I will eafe thy griefe. 

My merrie men and I will thither ftray. 

And heere I vow that for the loue of thee, 

I will beate George a Greene, or he fhall beate me. 
Scarlet. As I am Scarlet, next to little lohn, 

One of the boldeft yeomen of the crew. 

So will I wend with Robin all along. 

And try this Pinner what he dares do. 

Much. As I am Much the Millers fbnne, 

That left my Mill to go with thee, 

And nill repent that I haue done. 

This pleafant life contenteth me. 

In ought I may to doe thee good, 

He hue and die with Robin Hood. 

Marian. And Robin, Marian flie will goe with thee, 
To fee faire Bettris how bright Ihe is of blee. 

Robin. Marian, thou lhalt goe with thy Rob in. 

Bend vp your bowes, and fee your ftrings be tight. 

The arrowes keene, and euery thing be ready, 

E. 3. 





The pleafaat Coxnedie of 

And each of you a good bat on his necke, 

Able to lay a good man on the ground. 

Scarlet. I will haue Frier Tuckes. 

Mztch. I will haue little lohns. 

Robin. I will haue one made of an alhen pltmke, 

Able to beare a bout or two. 

Then come on, Marian, let vs goe. 

For before the Sunne doth fliew the morning day, 

969 1 wil be at Wakefield to fee this Pinner George a Greene. 

Exeunt omnes. 

Sc. xi Enter a Shoomaker fitting vpon the fiage 

at Tvorke.^ Jenkin to him. 

len. My matters, he that hath neither meate nor money, 
And hath loft his credite with the Alewife, 

For any thing I know, may goe liipperlefle to bed. 

But foft who is heere > here is a Shoomaker : 

He knowes where is the belt Ale. 

Shoomaker, I pray thee tell me, 

Where is the belt Ale in the towne > 

980 Shoomaker. Afore, afore, follow thy nofe : 

At the figne of the eggelhell. 
lenktn. Come Shoomaker, if thou wilt, 

^And take thy part of a pot. 

Shoomaker. Sirra, Downe with your ftaffe, 

Downe with your ftaffe. 

lenkin. Why how now, is the fellow mad > 

I pray thee tell me, why Ihould I hold downe my ftaffe ? 
Shooma. You wil downe with him, will you not fir> 


the Pinner of Wakefield. 

lenhtn. Why tell me wherefore > 

Shoo. My friend, this is the towne of merry Wakefield, 990 
And here is a cuftome held, 

That none lhall pafle with his ftaffe on his fiioulders. 

But he muft haue a bout with me, 

And-i^ lhall you fir. 
lenkin. And fo will not I fir. 

Shoo. That wil I try. Barking dogs bite not the foreft. 
lenkin. I would to God, I were once well rid of him. 
Shooma. Now, what, will you downe with your ftaffe ^ 
lenkin. Why you are not in earneft, are you > 

Shoomaker. If I am not, take that. loo^ 

lenkin. You whoorfen cowardly Icabbe, 

It is but the part of a clapperdudgeon. 

To ftrike a man in the ftreete. 

But dareft thou walke to the townes end with me > 

Shoomaker. I that I dare do : but ftay till I lay in my 
Tooles, and I will goe with thee to the townes end 

lenkin. I would I knew how to be rid of this fellow. 

Shoom. Come fir, wil you go to the townes end now fir? 
lenkin. I fir, come. loi 

Now we are at the townes end, what fay you now ^ - 

Shoomaker. Marry come, let vs euen haue a bout. 
lenkin. Ha, ftay a little, hold thy hands, I pray thee. 

Shoomaker. Why whats the matter ? 
lenkin. Faith I am vnder-pinner of a towne, 

And there is an order, which if I doe not keepe. 

£ 4. 

I lliall 

The pleafant Comedie of 

I fliall be turned out of mine office. 

Shoomaker. What is that, lir? 

lerikin. Whenfoeuer I goe to fight with any bodie, 

1010 1 vfe to flourifh my ftaffe thrife about my head 
Before I ftrike, and then fhew no fauour. 

Shoomaker. Well lir, and till then I will not ftrike ^lee. 
lenkin. Wei fir, here is once, twice, here is my hand, 

I will neuer doe it the third time. 

Shoomaker. Why then I fee we ftiall not fight. 

Jenkin. Faith no : come, I will giue thee two pots 
Of the belt Ale, and be friends. 

Shoomak. Faith I fee it is as hard to get water out of a flint. 
As to get him to haue a bout with me : 

1030 Therefore I will enter into him for Ibnie good cheere: 
My friend, I fee thou art a faint hearted fellow, 

Thou haft no ftomacke to fight, 

Therefore let vs go to the Alehoufe and drinke. 

leitkin. Well, content, goe thy wayes and fay thy prayers. 

Thou foapft my hands to day. Exeunt^omnes. 

Enter George a Greene and Bettris. 

George. Tell me fweet loue, how is thy minde content, 
What canft thou brooke to hue with George a Greene > 

' Bettris. Oh George, how litle pleafing are thefe words > 
1040 Came I from Bradford for the loue of thee > 

And left my fother for fo fweet a friend? 

Here will I line vntill my hfe doe end. 

Enier Rohin Hood, and Martan, and his traine. 

George. Happy am I to haue fo fweet a loue. 


the Pinner of Wakefield. 

But what are thefe come trafing here along 

Bettris. Three men come ftriking through the come, 

My loue. 

Gedf^e. Backe againe, you foolUh trauellers, 

For you are wrong, and may not wend this way. 

Robhi-^ood. That were great fhame. lojo 

Now by my foule, proud fir. 

We be three tall yeomen, and thou art but one ; 

Come, we will forward in defpite of him. 

George. Leape the ditch, or I will make you skip. 

What, cannot the hie way ferae your turne. 

But you muft make a path ouer the come > 

Robin. Why, art thou mad? dar’ft thou incounter three? 

We are no babes, man, looke vpon our limmes. 

Geo. Sirra, the biggeft lims haue not the ftouteft hearts. 
Were ye as good as Robin Hood, and his three mery men, lotfo 
He driue you backe the fame way that ye came. 

Be ye men, ye fcorne to incounter me all at once. 

But be ye cowards, fet vpon me all three. 

And try the tinner what he dares performe. 

Scarlet. Were thou as high in deedes, 

As thou art haughtie in wordes. 

Thou well mighteft be a champion for a king : 

But emptie veflels haue the loudeft founds. 

And cowards prattle more than men of worth. 

George. Sirra, dareft thou trie me > 

Scarlet. I firra, that I dare. 

Theyjight^ and George a Greene heats him. 



The pleafant Comedie of 

Mtich. How now > what art thou downe > 

Come, fir, I am next. 

They fight^ and George a Greene heates him. 
Robin Hood. Come lirra, now to me, ipare me not, 
For lie not Ipare thee. 

George. Make no doubt, I will be as liberall to thee. 
They Robin Hood Jiayes. 

loBo Robin Hood. Stay, George, for here I dpo proteft. 
Thou art the ftouteft champion that euer I layd 
Handes vpon. 

George, Soft you fir, by your leaue you lye. 

You neuer yet laid hands on me. 

Robin Hood. George, wilt thou fbrfake Wakefield, 
And go with me. 

Two hueries will I giue thee euerie yeere, 

And fortie crownes fliall be thy fee. 

George. Why, who art thou > 
lopo Robin Hood. Why, Robin Hood : 

I am come hither with my Marian, 

And thele my yeomen for to vifit thee. 

George. Robin Hood ^ next to king Edward 
Art thou leefe to me : 

'Welcome, fweet Robin, welcome, mayd Marian, 

And welcome, you my ftiends. 

Will you to my poore houfe. 

You fliall haue wafer cakes your fill, 

A peece of beefe hung vp fince Martlemas, 

1 100 Mutton and veale, if this hke you not. 


the Pinner of Watefield. 

Take that you finde, or that you bring for me. 

Robin Hood. Godamercies, good George, 

He be thy gheft to day. 

George. Robin, therein thou honourefl me. 

He leade the way. Exeunt omnes. 

Enter King Edmard^ and King lames 
dygutfed, with two fiaues. 

Edward. Come pn, king lames, now wee are 
Thus dif^fed. 

There is none (I know) will take vs to be kings : 

I thinke we are now in Bradford, 

Where all the merrie Ihoomakers dwell. 

Enter a Shoomaker. 

Shoomaker. Downe with your ftaues, my friends, 

Downe with them. 

Edward. Downe with our ftaues > I pray thee, why fo > 
Shoomaker. My friend, I fee thou art a ftranger heere, 
Elfe wouldeft thou not haue queftiond of the thing. ’ 
This js the tpwne of merrie Bradford, 

And here hath beene a cuftome kept of olde, 

That none may beare his ftafie vpon his necke, 

But traile it all along throughout the towne, 

Vnlelle they meane to haue a bout with me. 

Edward. But heare you fir, hath the king 
Granted you this cuftome ? 

Shoomaker. King or Kaifar, none fhall pafle this way. 
Except King Edward, 

No not the ftouteft groome that haunts his court : 

F a. There- 

The pleafant Comedie of 

Therefore downe with your ftaues. 

II JO Edward. What were we beft to do ? 

lames. Faith, my Lord, they are ftoute fellowes. 

And becaufe we will fee Ibme {port, 

We will traile our ftaues. 

Edward. Heer’ft thou, my friend? 

Becaufe we are men of peace and trauellers, 

We are content to traile our ftaues. 

Shoomaker. The way lyes before you, go along. 

Enter Robin Hood and George a Greene difguifed. 

Robin Hood. See George, two men are pafsing 
1140 Through the towne. 

Two luftie men, and yet they traile their ftaues. 

George. Robin, they are fome pefants 

Trickt in yeomans weedes. Hollo, you two trauellers. 

Edward. Call you vs, fir > 

George. I, you. Are ye not big inough to beare 
Yofir bats vpon your neckes. 

But you muft traile them along the ftreetes? ^ ^ 

Edwar. Yes fir, we are big inough, but here is a c^ome 
Kept, that none may pafle his flaffe vpon his necke, 
iilo Vnlefle he traile it at the weapons point. 

•“Sir, we are men of peace, and loue to fleepe 
In our whole skins, and therefore quietnes is beft. 

George. Bale minded pefants, worthlefle to be men, 

What, haue you bones and limmes to ftrike a blow. 

And be your hearts fo faint, you cannot fight ? 

Wert not for fhame, I would fhrub your Ihoulders well, 


the Pinner of Wakefield. 

And teach you manhood againft another time. 

Shoom. Well preacht fir lacke, downe with your ftaffe. 
Edwar. Do you heare my friends ? and you be wife, 

Keepe downe your ftaues, 

For all the towne will rife vpon you. 

George. Thou Ipeakeft like an honeft quiet fellow. 

But heare you me, In fpite of all the fwaines 
Of Bradford town, beare me your ftaues vpou your necks. 
Or to begin withall. He bafte you both fo well. 

You were neuer better bafted in your hues. 

Edward. We will hold vp our ftaues. 

George a Greene fi^ts with the Shoomahersy 
and beates them all downe. 

George. What, haue you any more > 

Call all your towne forth, cut, and longtaile. 

The Shoomahers Jpy George a Greene. 

ShoomaJeer. What, George a Greene, is it you 
A plague foimd you, 

I thmke you long’d to fwinge me welL 
Come George, we wil crufli a pot before we part. 

George. A pot you flaue, we will haue an hundred. 
Heere, Will Perkins, take my purle. 

Fetch me a ftand of Ale, and fet in the Market place, 

That all may drinke that are athirft this day. 

For this is for a feee to welcome Robin Hood 
To Bradford towne. 

They bring out the Jlande of ale, and fall a drinking. 

Here Robin, fit thou here : for thou art the beft man 

F 3. 





The pleafant Comedie of 
At the boord this day. 

You that are ftrangers, place your felues where you will. 
Robin, heer’s a caroufb to good King Edwards felfe, 

And they that loue him not, I would we had 
The batting of them a htle. 

1 150 Enter the Earle of VVarwicke with other noble * 

meuy bringing out the Kings garments • then 
George a Greene and the r^ kneele 
downe to the King. 

Edward. Come, matters, all fellowes. 

Nay, Robin, you are the bett man at the boord to day. 
Rife vp George. 

George. Nay, good my Liege, ill nurturd we were then; 
Though we Yorkefliire men be blunt of Ipeech, 

And litle skild in court, or ttich quaint falhions, 

1X00 Yet nature teacheth vs duetie to our king : 

Therefore I humbly befeech you pardon George a Green. 
Robin. And good my Lord, a pardon for poore Robin, 
And for vs all a pardon, good King Edward. , » 

Shoomaker. 1 pray you, a pardon for the Shoomakers. 
Edward. I frankely grant a pardon to you all. 

And, George a Greene, giue me thy hand : 

There is none in England that fliall doe thee wrong. 

Euen from my court I came to fee thy lelfe j 
And now I fee that fame fpeakes nought but trueth. 

1X10 Georg. I humbly thanke your royall Maiettie. 

That which I did againtt the Earle of Kendal, 

It was but a liibiects duetie to his Soueraigne, 


the Pinner of Wakefield. 

And therefore little merit liich good words. 

Edward. But ere I go, He grace thee with good deeds. 
Say what King Edward may performe, 

And thou fhalt haue it, being in Englands bounds. 

George, I haue a louely Lemman, 

As bright of blee as is the liluer moone. 

And olde Grimes her father will not let her match 
With me, becaufe I am a Pinner, 

Although I loue her, and Ihe me dearely. 

Edward. Where is ftie ? 

George. At home at my poore houfe. 

And vowes neuer to marrie vnlefle her father 
Giue confent, which is my great griefe, my Lord. 

Edward. If this be all, I will difpatch it flraight. 

He lend for Grime, and force him giue his grant. 

He will not denie king Edward fuch a lute. 

Enter lenkin., and Jpeakes. 

Ho, who faw a matter of mine? 

Oh h« is gotten into company, and a b odie Ihould rake 
Hell for companie. 

George. Peace, ye Haue, fee where King Edward is. 
Edward. George, what is he > 

George. I befeech your grace pardon him, he is my man.* 
Sboomaker. Sirra, the kmg hath bene drinking with vs. 
And did pledge vs too. 

lenkin. Hath he fo ? kneele, I dub you gentlemen. 

Sboomaker. it of the Knag, lenl^. 

lenkin. I wil. I befeech your worfliip grant me one thing. 

F 4. Edward. 




-The plealant Comedie of 

Edrpard. What is that ? 
leiikm. Hearke in your care. 

He Tphifpers the king in the eare. 

Edward. Goe your wayes and do it. 

lenkin. Come downe on your knees, I haue got it. 

Shoomaker. Let vs heare what it is firft. 

lenkin. Mary, becauie you haue drunke with the king. 

And the king hath fo gracioully pledgd you. 

You fliall be no more called Shoemakers, 
itfo But you and yours to the worlds ende. 

Shall be called the trade of the gentle craft. 

Shoomaker. I beleech your maieftie reforme this 
Which he hath Ipoken. 
lenkin. I befeech your worfliip conlume this 
Which he hath Ipoken. 

Edward. Confirme it, you would lay. 

Well, he hath done it for you, it is fufficient. 

Cofhe, George, we will goe to Grime, 

And haue thy loue. , r 

litfo lenkin. I am fure your worflup will abide ; 

For yonder is comming olde Mulgroue, 

And mad Cuddle his fonne. 

-Mafter, my fellow Wihe comes dreft like a woman. 

And mafter Grime will marrie Wilie : Heere they come. 
Enter Mufgroue and Cuddle^ and mafier 
Grime., Wilie, Mayd Idarian 
and Bettris. 

Edward. Which is thy old iuther. Cuddle > 


the Pinner of Wakefield. 

Cuddle. This, ifitpleafe your maieftie. 

Edward. Ah old Mul^oue, kneele vp, 1x70 

It fits not fiich gray haires to kneele. 

Mufgroue. Long Hue my Soueragine, 

Long and happie be his dayes : 

Vouchfafe, my gracious Lord, a Ample gift. 

At Billy Muf^oues hand ; 

King lames at l^eddellom cattle gaue me this, 

This wonne the honour, and this giue I thee. 

Edward. Godamercie, Muf^oue, for this friendly gift 
And for thou feldtt a king with this fame weapon, 

This blade fhall here dub valiant Muf^oue knight. uSo 

Mufgr. Alas what hath your highnes done.> I am poore. 
Edw. To mend thy liuing take thou Meddellom cattle, 

The hold of both : and if thou want liuing, complaine. 

Thou lhalt haue more to mainetaine thme eftate. 

George, which is thy loue ? 

George. This, if pleaie your maieftie. » 

Edwa^ii. Art thou her aged father i* 

Grime. I am, and it like your maieftie, 

Edwar. And wilt not giue thy daughter vnto George > 
Grime. Yes, my Lord, if he will let me marrie 
With this louely lalB. 

Edward. What fayft thou, George ? 

George. With all my heart, my Lord, I giue confent. 

Grime. Then do I giue my daughter vnto George. 

VVdie. Then fhall the manage foone be at an end. 

Witnefle, my Lord, if that I be a woman, 



The pleafant Comedie of 
For I am Wilie, boy to George* a Greene, 

Who for my matter wrought this fubtill fliift. 

Edwar. What, is it a boy ? what faytt thou to this Grime > 
J300 Grime. Mary, my Lord, I thinke this boy hath 
More knauerie, than all the world befides. 

Yet am I content that George fhall both haue 
My daughter and my lands. 

Edward. Now George, it retts I gratifie thy worth : 

And therefore here I doe bequeath to thee. 

In full pofleflGon halfe that Kendal hath. 

And what as Bradford holdes of me m chiefe, 

I giue it frankely vnto thee for euer. 

Kneele downe George. 

1310 George, What will your maiettie do > 

Edward. Dub thee a knight, George. 

George. I befeech your grace, grant me one thing. 

Edward. What is that ? 

Gedrge. Then let me hue and die a yeoman ttill: 

So was my fether, fo mutt hue his Ibnne. 

For tis more credite to men of bafe degree. 

To do great deeds, than men of dignitie. 

Edward. Well, be it fo George. 

James. I befeech your grace dilpatch with me, 
i3»«> And fet downe my ranfome. 

Edward. George a Greene, fet downe the king of Scots 
His ranfome. 

George. I befeech your grace pardon me, 

It paifeth my skill. 


the Pinner of Wakefield. 

Edward. Do it, the honor’s thine. 

George. Then let king lames make good 

Thole townes which he hath burnt vpon the borders, 

Giue a fmall penfion to the fatherlefle, 

Whole fethers he caus’d murthered in thofe warres. 

Put in pledge for thele thmgs to your grace, 

And fo retume. King lames, are you content. 
lamie. I am content ; and like your maieftie. 

And will leaue good caMes m fecuritie. 

Edward. I craue no more. Now George a Greene, 

He to thy houfe : and when I haue lupt, He go to Aske, 
And fee if lane a Barley be fo faire. 

As good Ring lames reports her for to be. 

And for the ancient cuftome of Fade fiaffe^ keepe it ftiU, 
Clayme priuiledge from me : 

If any aske a realbn why > or how >